Poems

Blood sucker

Human lover

Buzz buzzer

Anonymous annoyer

Mosquito

The ocean is blue
The ocean is vast
Spreads out for miles around
With rubies on the surface
And gold underneath
As blue as the sky above
As calm as the river impatient
Covering most of the Earth
Like a warm, cuddly blanket
Miles deep, below the ground
Filled with living things, lively and playful
The Sun above
As glittering rays fall on the surface

She is beautiful and powerful
She is swift and calm
And yet, she has her other side
She is unpredictable
And in a rage, she can create the worst of storms
And tsunamis
And other things we have learnt to fear
There could be consequences
If she were a human

Her eyes calm and steady
They switch from shades of green
Fierce looking
No one dares to cross her
Her hair as golden
As the Sun’s rays she absorbs
Wavy, they fall about her shoulder
Her skin as pale as the moon
A sleeveless gown
Of hues of blue
Sweeping the floor
Walks mightily
Like a proud queen
Dark blue sandals
Like the deeper part of the ocean
Her jewellery made of pearls
Found in the depths
Her ring
Has tiny jellyfishes
Engraved on them
She holds a cupped hand of water gingerly
For that is
The heart of the Ocean

As turquoise as the summer sky.
As amber as a roaring fire.
As gold as a winning medal.
As silver as a distant glimmering snowflake.
As bronze as an Iron Age bracelet
As magenta as a delicious dragon fruit.
As scarlet as a red hot chilli.

As you sleep the monster is there, hiding right under your very own bed,
he sits there quietly, as quiet as a mouse,
waiting for a moment to raid your house!
He has prickles on his back, right down from his neck,
he has big black eyes, and a beak that can peck,
his giant furry feet can cover a head,
I wonder why he likes it under a bed?
He likes to eat cheese and eggs a lot,
he also likes to break most pots,
it’s always at twelve when he gets up,
to scoff down all of the food that’s been left out,
it’s usually stale old bread or manky cheese,
he peels all of the rotten stuff off with ease,
after he’s finished he goes off back to under your bed,
then the monster rests his head,
till the next night, when he raids again!

I took some medicine in Ibiza
To see Avicii are cool
When I roar, I feel ten years older
But I discover this thing to live in Los Angeles
I’m guiding a sporting character just to try
I’m a big fan, because I made a million Dollars
I put on my sandals

I walked on the road.
Not knowing
There was somebody behind me.
The somebody took my hand
And whipped me
On my back
“You will row the boat.
The one that would be taken to fight the Romans,”
He told me.
He pushed me into the ship.
I had become a slave.
I, with hundreds other slaves, started rowing the boat.
In a few minutes
I was as wet as a gentleman
Who was drenched in rain
Because he forgot his umbrella
The whipping on my back
Did not help me
Then we saw a ship in front of us
The Romans had the same plans as us.
They shot cannon balls from their ship
Our ship sank,
Like a wounded soldier
Falling after being stabbed.
Many slaves drowned.
I got to the surface.
I was so tired
I fell unconscious
When I woke up
I saw a man
Who was a merchant.
He taught me the tricks of the trade.
And here I am today, a rich man,
Telling you my story of success

I am on a bus
To my home
Tired
I sit down in the bus.
Remove my black shoes
And sit down on the soft seat
I look out of the window
We are going through
The city.
I want to sleep
I am on a bus
To my home
I just close my eyes
And a bus comes next
To mine
As red as blood
And as long as a limousine
We were at the traffic light
The red light as red as an apple
It’s now a green light
I am on a bus ride
To my home
We are now almost at the highway
The bus driver pays the toll
Two dollars
The bus passes the toll
And now we are on the highway
While we go through,
My eyes close.
And when they do open,
I say
I was on a bus ride
To my home

It can be used
What is better
Select in the simplest info
This is just a matter
It was launched very well
It can be used
Be hand in glove
Document format
How can you see it?
What should you do?
It should be used
This is the greatest
This is what’s happening
See for more information
Make sure it’s
It’s currently
It can be saved
The module automatically matches it
Download and display
It’s very good
You should do it
Options and memory
That is better

Stirring and mixing and pour in the slime,
the Witches gather round to see their bad crime.
Tail of dog and skin of log,
fur of cat and eyeball of rat.
Ears of owl and grey wolves’ tails,
big blue whale and puppy dog’s tail.